Hearts for Haiti

Waking up at 3 A.M. we scrambled to throw our carryons into two cars along with 8 bursting at the seams suitcases containing a wide variety of items - bandages, medicine, sealant, tools, photo frames, pillowcase dresses, and endless array of items designated for one destination - a medical clinic in Grand-Bois.  Our drive to Chicago was fast and furious but we caught the flight along with Shalini, a newly graduated Muscatine High School student interested in pursuing a degree in International Health.  What a great way to get experience - spending time in a medical clinic open to providing opportunities for all interested in assisting with medical needs of Haitians from the mountainous area.

In Florida we added to our group - Michelle, Lindsay, and Amanda.  We gave hugs to those who were

also in the area returning to the states from their week in Grand-Bois.  Filled with excitement, we landed in the raucous Haitian airport who now charges a "tourist fee" of $10 to those entering the country.  We paid our fee, made our way through customs, and located our luggage.  So many men came forward to make a few extra dollars as they hovered around.  In our confusion, we were not sure who was meeting us and who was there only to make a few dollars.  A gentleman came forward and put a bracelet on my wrist stating his daughter had made it.  I thanked him only to have him track me down and request $5.  We still are "newbees" to this international travel and being Iowa nice, we smile and acquiesce.

We found our rides and amid the chaos loaded our luggage into trucks and took the wild ride through the streets of Port-au-Prince.  Once at Matthew 25, our home for the night, we settled in and began developing new friendships with our Grand-Bois group.  We dined on beans and rice, chicken, salad, and bread.  We spent time on the rooftop watching soccer and basketball, wondering what they thought of their American audience dining and watching their games.

Haiti welcomed us with both the sameness we remembered and differences we appreciate.  We noticed some changes in Port-au-Prince, a few more curbs and sidewalks.  Some areas that had been neglected now appear to be remodeled.  But much remains the same - crazy driving, tap taps filled with people, vendors along the sidewalks, dogs barking, people carrying their heavy loads on their heads, and the absolute poverty of a lovely people.  

We look forward to our trip up the mountains tomorrow to delight in both the differences and sameness of our beloved Grand-Bois.  Our hearts have once again returned to Haiti.